Lunchtime prose in the staff room
Looking out the window I see a man sweeping
the street. He has made a pile of bright yellow and green leaves, fallen from
the trees. Another man, dressed in all black looks like a shadow with clothes
on. He is scooping the leaves into a black bin bag. There are two bags already
filled and sealed with a knot. The bags are in the shade of an almost naked
tree. The tree looks sad having lost the colours that made it happy.
Conversation about Apartheid
I am having a discussion about Apartheid
with a (coloured) man in the street. He is in his late fifties and tells me
things are worse now.
The
black government is more corrupt than the white one. They steal most the money
that goes into our economy and apartheid is now reversed by giving all the jobs
to the blacks even though in general they aren't as skilled. The black South
African’s don’t even want to work.
He points across the road at two men
sitting on the pavement. One of them is holding a beer bottle; his body looks
thirty years younger than his face. The other man is barefoot; the skin on his
feet is flaky and dry. I thought at first he was wearing grey socks.
Look
at them! Lazing around drunk at this
time (it’s about 2pm).
I ask the (coloured) man what he thinks
those men would say if we asked them why they’re sitting around in the street
drunk early in the day? He suggests we go and ask them.
We walk over and ask if they mind being
asked a question. Only the man I thought was wearing grey socks responds. He
doesn’t look at me, he just shrugs his shoulders.
This is his response.
Where
you from? England? … and you want to understand me? Your mind cannot be
anything like mine. I am African. No European mind can be like an African. Now
I don’t want to talk. Talking English makes me want to get drunk.
For Miss Able (The School Principal) -
In The Township (Unedited Pictures)
amazing pics! You captured the man's raw truth in that moment, quite poignant methinks
ReplyDeleteThey say 'coloured'?
ReplyDeleteYep. I've been referred to as "coloured" all day out here.
ReplyDeleteThis is interesting. I read a lot about South Africa especially in the last two days. Now I see u are there and now I am a little bit jealous but more inspired. what an answer. kind of... deep. thank u for sharing that moment.
ReplyDeleteSouth Africa is a magical place... its a changing place... one of colour... so much colour. Glad people are enjoying the blog. Makes me feel less alone. ;-)
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